Standalone Stories

This page is the home of any standalone projects (i.e. not serialized) that I choose to post for your enjoyment.  Please be sure and make note of the copyright disclaimer on the right-hand side of the page should you wish to reproduce anything (just sayin’)…

For Goodness Sake

For Goodness Sake is a Christmas trifle I came up in 2016. It is just a little ditty I hoped that people would enjoy.

Blood Bond

Blood Bond is a piece (a novella? A novelette?) I’ve been fiddling with for a long time. I don’t think I can sell it–it’s a little on the old fashioned side. But I like it and maybe you will, too.

The Middle Path

The Middle Path is a short story I wrote based upon a nightmare I had as a small child that’s lingered with me many years. I offer it as a Halloween treat for 2013.

The Tough Part

This is some flash fiction I did based on the weekly challenge issued by Chuck Wendig over at the Terribleminds blog. We chose from about fourteen “kick ass” opening lines to write our piece. I chose “Max sat amongst the dead, whistling to himself”. It’s no barn-burner but was fun to write.

Calling Down the Stars

This was a bit of flash fiction I did based on the weekly writing prompts from Chuck Wendig’s “Terribleminds” blog. The prompt allowed us to choose from three opening lines. The one I chose was “Everyone else remembers it as the day the saucers came, but I remember it as the day a man in a suit shot my father.” I’m actually pretty proud of the way it turned out…

Daughter of Iblis

Daughter of Iblis was for a contest at a horror publisher.  It didn’t win, but I kind of liked it.  I don’t think I can find a market for it, so I hope you enjoy it…

Gift of the Magi

Gift of the Magi was a holiday treat I offered in December of 2010.  It’s a weird little sci-fi nativity scene. It won third prize in a Spec the Halls contest.

Teo Torriatte

Teo Torriatte won third prize in the North Central Texas College Regional Short Story contest for 2008.  I polished it up a bit and gave a good try at selling it.  Alas, no one was interested.  It was initially published in NCTC’s literary journal The April Perennial.